Thursday, October 12, 2006

Fourteen lonely lines

The day trips like a clumsy child;
I hate it that you are so far away.
I am not calm, nor happy for no reason.
Others do not see me as myself –
none of us are happy to see coming
the me that lacks you.

We have to struggle with the darkness;
Your absence is a kind of darkness.
We hope to know what we can’t
and our fears fill spaces already unhappy.
I hate it that I am insecure and
jealous pain sees where pleasure walked.

Longing and memory have become
the important parts of fruitless days.


gautami tripathy said...

When I had come to your blog today before this, I could not comment on this. Becos I can relate to it so well..

The hurt, the loneliness, the darkness and more that it says here without words..

Thanks for such a moving verse..

Pat Paulk said...

Wow!! I hope some of this is fictional, but commenting strictly on the poem, I felt the mood reach through the screen and shake the tar out of me.

gracie said...

you have expressed the pain of being 'without' in such a raw and real way - it brings back memories of similar darkness and longing.

Plus Ultra said...

You expressed the loneliness very well, the last two lines are the zenith..

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks gautami tripathy! I appologise, I am sorry to abraid the scars of your pain. I would not have done that for the world, intentionally. Please excuse me for crying out in my own discomfort. I hope all that feel pain will forgive me for giving voice to mine.
Thank you for your wise and sensitive comments.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Pat! Pain, anger, love, hate are all very powerful things when expressed. Sorry to shake you with this. Thanks for the great comment.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks gracie! You are indeed a kind and caring person. Thanks for the thoughtful comment.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks plus ultra! Couplets bare a heavy burden in a sonnet like this. Thanks for the wise comment.

Anonymous said...

This is well rendered. It's good to see you touch upon such a diverse spectrum of topics on this blog, Russell. It's always boring when a poet is boxed into one style and one voice. Kudos on not allowing that to happen to you. Great job.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Aurora! What a thoughtful and wise comment. Thanks for that.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

And what lonely lines-you have definately captured the feelings of anguish

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Sue! I'm glad my lonely lines didn't spoil your mood. Thanks for the great comment.

ozymandiaz said...

Longing and memory have become
the important parts of fruitless days...


Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Ozy! I'm glad the sadness of this didn't put you off. Thanks for the great comment.